What Do You Have To Say? - You Make Me Feel Like Writing
Inspiration is something I can thank my sixth-grade English teacher for. She was actually our science teacher; she was the science teacher to every grade in my elementary school, even though she actually had a degree in English and I had known her since I was five years old. Through an odd occurrence of circumstances, starting with my actual homeroom teacher, a diabetic with a manic temper, didn't want to deal with my class anymore sending us off to our science teacher. Every morning in the sixth grade for the entire school year, we reported to the science room at the end of the long brick building, from whenever school started to lunchtime! At least, I think it was until lunchtime, it was such a long morning, but she always made it completely and utterly fun. My class, although most of them not able to function as a result of being pumped with Ritalin since the age of five, I had a wonderful year that year. Even though we had to read an awful book called "Adirondack Gold" that was so God-awful, I wanted to burn the book, she made us write. Most of my classmates hated it, but I found inspiration in it. I was able to creatively express my ideas and thoughts and I had to write four or five times a week every week until the end of the week. I got so much better by having to write, even though I hate being forced to write, and I always wrote stories anyway, but she inspired me to pursue it. I don't think I'm all that wonderful, back in sixth grade I thought I was the ultimate, better than some of the greats even, but looking back, I shudder at what I wrote. It was HORRIBLE! I still think everything I write is crap, but I don't think I would still be writing had it not been for her. She thought I actually had potential, even though I think everything is so awful, I don't even let my family read it! I've written a few stories on FanFiction.net that have been pretty well-recieved, so far anyway, but I've still been writing even after I graduated from sixth grade and from the elementary school into the middle school. I saw her in a drugstore that summer after sixth grade and she asked me immediately about a sequel to "Gone with the Wind" I was determined to get done, but never did. She'd be proud; I wrote a novel about a year ago! She's not a teacher anymore; she's a principal at another elementary school in my hometown, but she'll always be my science and English teacher with the scary stuffed Great Horn Owl that made me cry my first day of school, and she is my sole inspiration. Thank you!!!